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“What are you so happy about?” someone yelled at him He spotted Pilar Diaz-Rothman and Kitty Burke over by one of the food booths They were eating corn dogs, which reminded him he hadn’t had lunch today It was almost dinnertiet a quick bite to eat

“Ladies,” Zeke said, jogging over to thelanced around the festival grounds Every inch of don Whispering Bay was packed “Everything seereat, doesn’t it?”

“You don’t know, do you?” Pilar said in a low voice

“Knohat?”

Kitty and Pilar exchanged a look “We pro trouble,” Kitty said “Fatback Bubba isn’t going to show up tonight”

Zeke felt his jaw clench “Tellyou know”

Zeke got the address of Fatback Bubba’s studio from a friend on the Panama City police force He used his siren the whole drive over Not exactly ethical, but fuck ethics Mimi was about to be lynched in front of the whole town, and if Kitty and Pilar got the story right, Doug Wentworth and Bruce Bailey had their slierprints all over the scheme He’d deal with them later

He pulled into the studio parking lot He didn’t bother knocking on the door The place was in the process of some kind of turnover Cardboard boxes littered the floor,it impossible to strike a clear path Male voices, lots of them from the sound of it, drifted from a backroom

A bald guy, early thirties, neck tattoo, approximately six foot tall and one hundred and ninety pounds (no other distinguishing marks), walked out of the room He looked surprised to see a cop

“Officer, what can I do for you?”

“I need to see whoever’s in charge of the band called Fatback Bubba and the Rattlesnakes”

He sed hard “Is there soet a little rowdy fro to warrant a visit from the police”

“Who are you?”

The h before he shook it to er for the band”